Taking advantage of this gap in the sorting ceremony, Clark clicked on his stats panel and focused his attention on two of them.

[Chaos Magic]: A wizard's professional specialty, the magic of chaos flows through your body, and through fixed spell casting actions and spells, you can guide it to achieve any purpose you want. It's important to note that this chaotic power can sometimes produce unexpected surprises! - Kid, do it, shoot it out!

[Chaos Infection (Magical Influence)]: Personal state, the power of chaos is eroding your soul and body, you will unconsciously lean towards the chaos camp, the more this power is used, the faster the erosion will be. - Honey, I seem to have gone crazy.

Really!

Clark looked at the two state descriptions provided by the Divine Personality Fragment, remembered the magic fluctuation just now, and then compared it to the scene in front of him, he just used his brain to guess the purpose of the sorting ceremony.

It's a soul-anchored magic ritual! To be exact, this is a camp solidification ritual for young wizards, which has been in place since Professor McGonagall explained the situation at the Academy.

When the four founders of Hogwarts established this school, in order to suppress the erosion of chaos magic on young wizards, they deliberately divided four houses into four houses in the school, and divided each house into personalities, brave, loyal, intelligent, and ambitious.

Only extremes can resist chaos, four colleges, four qualities, seven years of study and life, cooperation and competition between classmates, guide the little wizards to identify with their own academy step by step, as well as the culture corresponding to the academy.

This subtle way of education, similar to the psychological suggestion of many years, cultivates the students into suitable personalities, which in turn affects their own chaotic magic, restraining and solidifying them, although this behavior suppresses their diverse development, but also avoids the loss of control of the chaotic magic, causing these little wizards to become silent.

And the beginning of this restraint began with this sorting ceremony. The Sorting Hat planted a seed in the young wizard's heart.

Seven years later, when the young wizards reach adulthood, their personalities are stabilized, they have a stronger control over the magic of chaos, and as long as they are not overly addicted to black magic or suffer a major psychological blow, they will be able to live a normal life for a long time.

It wasn't until they got older and their wills declined that they showed their magical side again, and they became crazy and ugly, like an old witch in a horror story.

"Justin Finchrie!"

"Hufflepuff!"

The sorting ceremony continued, and the hat would sometimes immediately call out the name of the house, but other times it would take some time to make a decision.

For example, Seamus Finigan, the light-haired boy next to Harry, sat on the stool for almost a full minute before the hat announced that he had been sorted into Gryffindor.

And Clark has also deduced from these messages that there should be no soul retribution spell on this hat. Perhaps it was just feeling the chaotic magic bias of the little wizards, so as to assign them to the appropriate academy so that they could successfully complete the soul anchoring ritual.

"Hermione Granger!"

Hermione almost ran to the stool and hurriedly buttoned her hat to her head.

"Gryffindor!" The hat shouted.

"It should be Ravenclaw's, it seems that in the direction of restraining the magic of Chaos, sometimes acquired choices are more important than talent." Clark made a note in his mind.

By the same token, Neville Longbottom should have been more suitable for Hufflepuff when he was called by his name, but it took a long time for the hat to make a decision on Neville and let out a "Gryffindor".

As for men like Malfoy, when he walked over in a big way, he got his wish at once, and almost as soon as his hat touched his head, he screamed, "Slytherin!"

Malfoy went to meet up with his friends Crabbe and Goyle, looking very happy with himself.

At this time, there are not many people left.

Morn ...... Knott ...... Parkinson 's...... After that came the Pettier twins...... And then there's Sally Ann Pocks...... In the end, it's finally your turn—

"Harry Potter!"

As Harry walked forward, there was a sudden buzz and whisper throughout the dining room, like the hissing of small flames.

"Potter, is he calling Potter?"

"Is that Harry Potter?"

The restaurant was crowded, and everyone looked at him, hoping to see him clearly.

All eyes were on the boy who was sitting in the chair, his body was thin and thin, his face was mostly obscured by a dirty hat, and only a few strands of messy black hair stubbornly poked out from under the brim.

But even such an ordinary and even a little weak appearance can't stop people's love and admiration for him.

"Gryffindor!"

When the hat shouted and distributed the immortal boy to Gryffindor, the little lions let out a deafening cheer.

Percy, the Gryffindor prefect, stood up and shook his hand tightly, and the Weasley twin brother shouted, "We've got Potter!" We've got Potter!"

Clark looked at the lively scene in front of him, and somehow, a strange thought came to his heart.

"Clark Prewit!"

He took a step forward and stepped forward, his back straight, and his movements appeared calm and graceful, a habit that had been cultivated in aristocratic education for a long time.

When the junior wizards heard his name, they also let out a buzzing whisper, only this time it was different from Harry Potter's situation, and it was more of a jealousy and love for him, someone else's child.

"Is it the little genius of the Puwit family?"

"He looks very ordinary, and sure enough, the rumors are all false."

"He's so handsome, and so temperamental, I love him to death."

"You know, I danced with him at a dance party last year! He's so cute. Hermione even heard someone at the Ravenclaw table behind her showing off her contact with Clark, and her heart felt like she had eaten a hundred lemons, and the whole person was not good.

Clark ignored the noise and sat down on a four-legged stool and buttoned the hat to his head.

It was pitch black before him, and a small voice came to his ears.

"Hmm...... Interesting, very interesting, this kind of powerful control, it is rare to encounter such orderly magic, you must be a good boy who talks about the rules! ”

Clark only felt an invisible force teasing his soul, and all kinds of strange emotions and desires wanted to stir up from the bottom of his heart.

It was only under his adult self-control that he was forced down again.

But even so, some emotions were detected by the Sorting Hat.